Chapter 221
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Cong Nianwei covered her mouth with her hand and laughed. Suddenly, the teacher behind Lan Jin reminded him, "The class is about to start. Please take your seat."
Lan Jin made a gesture of friendship with Cong Nianwei. He took a peek at the two boys behind them and said in a low voice, "See you later. Talk to you after class."
Before he could finish, He Ming, who was sitting in the back row, pushed up his thin-rimmed glasses and said, "Lan Zai, you sit here."
"What?" The three boys in the front row were stunned.
He grinned and said, "Good boy, I'm talking about you, Hong Xiaolan. Sit here and don't change seats again."
Lan Jin had mixed feelings. He didn't know whether he should be thankful for his shamelessness or for his mother, who loved him so much.
After going through such a long training course, he was inexplicably accepted by this mysterious little group.
He sniffled and looked proudly at the seat he always sat in. The students around him all looked at him with a slightly envious and complicated gaze.
Lan Jin burst into laughter. Holding his head high, he pulled out the chair and sat down like a hero.
The only fly in the ointment was the coward Cui Jun. As expected, he didn't come to class today. Maybe he wouldn't come back in a short time.
Otherwise, if his arch-enemy, Cui Jun, were to see his current situation, he would probably beat his chest and stamp his feet in anger.
Lan Jin ended the class in a daze. His funny personality allowed him to blend in with the group of four that he wasn't familiar with.
Everything seemed to be going well for Qin Guan, but Sister Xue was in big trouble.
She had been waiting in the reception hall of the Citizen branch for an hour. Their interview with the chief editor of VOGUE had been delayed.
Sister Xue looked impatiently at the receptionist sitting behind the desk. She checked the time on her wristwatch and walked up to the receptionist again.
"May I ask when it's my turn to meet? I've been waiting here for a long time. I have a lot of things to do. "
Actually, Sister Xue had lied. Huang had gone to film a week ago. She had nothing to do, but so what? She was late.
The receptionist was about to stand up awkwardly when an assistant with a standard smile approached her. She walked up to Sister Xue and bowed to her. "I'm very sorry. Our director had a meeting to attend. The meeting is over. Please follow me."
The corner of Sister Xue's eyes twitched. She wasn't used to people being so polite to her. She decided to hold back her anger and follow the big-shot guest.
Sister Xue followed the assistant through the long corridor and pushed open the door of the director's office.
Two serious-looking men were sitting inside. One of them was an old man with grey hair on his temples. Although he was sitting in the guest seat, the director of the office was standing beside him, listening to his instructions and nodding frequently.
Sister Xue and the assistant waited outside until their conversation was over. Seeing the director's nod, they walked into the office.
Shanchuan was very nervous. The board of directors of Citizen had just decided to divide the 56 non-local branches into two parts. The general manager of East Asia, Mr. Zhuchuan, had suddenly arrived in China that day.
Shanchuan was nervous. He didn't know if Mr. Zhuchuan had been satisfied with the arrangements of the branches in China.
He felt sorry for Sister Xue, who had also made an appointment that day. He cast an inquiring glance at Mr. Zhuchuan. To his surprise, the old man gestured for Shanchuan to leave him alone and get on with the work.
Shanchuan nodded. The assistant led Sister Xue to a sofa behind the reception desk and closed the door.
The two of them got straight to the point. Sister Xue made Qin Guan sound so good that her saliva was flying all over the place.
Everyone knew how Sister Xue would feel if Qin Guan's face was mentioned.
Shanchuan and Mr. Zhuchuan couldn't help but laugh.
"Ms. Xue, don't you think your description is a little exaggerated? I think this is just a routine meeting before a model interview. Aren't you afraid that the person you described will disappoint us after we meet? "
Sister Xue sneered and told the old man apologetically, "I'm not laughing at you. I'm just laughing at the way your assistant thinks. He doesn't believe me at all."
"Seeing is believing. Let me show you the level of my best model!" Sister Xue handed Qin Guan's model card to each of them.
Sister Xue was bluffing. She was the best model under her command, while Qin Guan only had one model under his command. How could he be the best?
Zhuchuan Longfu and Yamakawa Yuji were amused as they took the documents handed over by the woman. They had seen a lot of such exaggerated women in Japan.
When they got the model card and looked at it carefully, they were all stunned. Sister Xue glanced at them disdainfully. Are you convinced?
Mr. Zhuchuan didn't say anything. He just stroked the photo for a long time.
Shanchuan coughed and opened his mouth when he saw that his leader didn't say anything.
"Facts speak louder than words. I really didn't believe what Ms. Xue said today, Smimasay."
"I was quite shocked to see the standard of your models. I thought that our local movie stars, Fukuyama, Funcho, and Mr. Kim Chengwu, who is of Japanese descent, were already rare handsome men. I didn't expect to see a more outstanding candidate here."
Sister Xue raised her eyebrows proudly. How could a small place like this have a broad vision? You didn't believe me? Now you're speechless.
Shanchuan coughed and put Qin Guan's file on the table. "Mr. Qin is weak though. Mr. Jin has many fans in Hong Kong and the mainland. The other two Japanese stars are also famous in the Asian entertainment circle, but Mr. Qin is weak.
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